The air had gone to Antarctica and brought us back a fatal gift. The sun had woken up. The snow was glistening like jewels. I could see my breath. I could feel the blood rushing to my nose. As I waited for my Mother legal guardian, I clung to my little brother almost begging for my warmth to help his shivering body. My poor little brother who had been tortured by that cruel woman for all of his life and was still being tortured.